-------- Eleanor Hawkins. Sometimes just being yourself is not enough to survive this world. Don’t you know? Woman have to be strong in order to survive.
Eleanor pushed all of her things inside the luggage with all of her strength, trying her best to fit everything inside that one huge luggage. She always knew that she was not a type of person who could keep her things tidy inside that--- but at least she tried her best. When she was done, she pulled herself back and let her sat down on the edge of the bed, sighning softly as she managed to get everything done.
There, the blonde haired girl didn’t say anything and just stared at her room, looking at every inch to memorize everything. She stood up slowly and made her way to the window from her room, smiling softly at the sight of the beach from there. She was speechless, yes. There were so many things happened in this place and she was sure she couldn’t forget about anything that happened here. Happiness, sadness, all the fun--- everything. The moment she spent her time with Nathan on the beach, the fruit gang with Spencer, her silly fight with her step sister, and of course the moment between her, Nathan, and Spencer. “It’s all over..” She mumbled softly, pulling the curtain to block the sunlight from coming to her room.
She took a deep breath and turned around slowly, once again making sure that she didn’t leave anything behind as her hand began to grip her heavy luggage. One staff from the mansion was ready to help her, and Eleanor nodded her head--- letting him took those with him. After he was done with putting all of her things in the car, the female gave him a tip and went inside the car.
So many thoughts crossed her mind on the way to the Honolulu International Airport. It was hard, yes. But it was fun, and Eleanor was sure she wouldn’t want to forget everything happened here. Nathan let go of her, and Spencer indirectly did the same way. In the same case, Eleanor did the same. If god above wanted to give them a chance to reunite again, she wouldn’t mind.
Arriving at the airport, Eleanor thanked the taxi driver and pulled her own luggage. After this, everything would change. She would try to make it work, she would try to make everything work between her father and of course--- herself. Because of what? Because she knew the future was waiting for her ahead. Lets see if that’s a good or a bad thing, no one knows.
“No, I can directly call you pretty, if you’d like?” He scrunched his nose. “But doesn’t threatening to eat my nose kind of void what you said before?”
“I don’t want you to call me pretty because I told you to, Godi.” Rolling her eyes at him, Eleanor crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, what can I do? You did call me a monster before.”
“I don’t know if you just indirectly called me pretty or not, but to make it clear here---- i’m not going to eat your head, okay? If you say that m’ a monster once again, I might change my mind and seriously eat your head.”
“I have trust issues right now. I just watched this movie about a spirit who would jump into people’s bodies and you might be one of ‘em. How do I know you won’t eat my head?”